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                                                                                                                     I Nat Vil Jeg Leve
                                                                                                                      Ord & musik: Tom Lundén

                                                                                        Smid min frakke ud i støvet
                                                                                        og lad de rastløse støvler stå -
                                                                                        I nat vil jeg leve her hos dig.
                                                                                        Send mit pas afsted alene
                                                                                        for der er intet jeg skal nå -
                                                                                        I nat vil jeg leve her hos dig.

                                                                                        Jeg har levet som sigøjner
                                                                                        ingen lejlighed blev forsømt
                                                                                        for en drankers drøm
                                                                                        er at efterlade alting tømt -
                                                                                        Lad bare whiskyen stå
                                                                                        for jeg er på vej ud i det blå
                                                                                        i nat vil jeg leve her hos dig.

                                                                                        Hør en togfløjte der blæser
                                                                                        jeg blæser på hvad de andre gør -
                                                                                        I nat vil jeg leve her hos dig.
                                                                                        Afbryd telefonen
                                                                                        lad vinden ruske i din dør -
                                                                                        i nat vil jeg leve her hos dig.

                                                                                        Jeg har levet som sigøjner
                                                                                         ingen lejlighed blev forsømt
                                                                                         for en drankers drøm
                                                                                         er at efterlade alting tømt -
                                                                                         Lad bare whiskyen stå
                                                                                         for jeg er på vej ud i det blå
                                                                                         i nat vil jeg leve her hos dig.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    bifrost

                      i nat vil jeg leve